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Poetry.
In Milton ' s striking , lofty lii : es , Great Homer ' s fire sublimely shines , And with the . rest to cope— .. SwiftaU excels in satire keen , And Z ) rvlt » sbaysareevergteen , And homes live .- in Pofti : Lo I how the varying passion . ' , start
, At gentle" G ' olW magic , art ! The Thebim ' s glowiiv ? tire In Gray revives—behold hh hands , While Genius sloops to his commands , Explore-lhe thuild ' ring lyre . Still , gracious godless ,- deign to smile On this thv lov'd , thy-f . ivour'd isle ; And while its thoughtful race still lore
With hope triumphant exp . •'< Rich Science' unexhausted store , - ----And ev ' ry winding trace . But oh ! with senile face detain The bashful Muses in thy train , ! And let not rigid art , , i While dazzling verse and polish'd ease , Li ce frozen snoivihesenselease
' , ; p , Congeal the feeling heart ! THE WAY TO MEND HIM . A SONG , WRITTEN' RV DR .-PERFECT .
CONTENTION may pour forth her gall , And Clamour endeavour to bend him , I tell you 'twill notdb-at all , They never no peiice will send him . When trouble shall harass his mind , "Vexations in business attend him ,. Prove then most consoling and kind In all that good nature can lend him .
Should Jealousy rob you of rest , With hints and suspicions to rend him , you likely may think it is best , But . it never , no , never will mend him . When Calumny bitter prevails , Be ever the first to befriend him ; Believe not her scandalous tales , That never , no , never will mend him .
Gild his cot with an affable smile , A comfort that e ' er should attend him ; The plants that spring up from that soil Will pure and most certainly mend him . A PASTORAL . , - ¦ -- .: " WRITTEH BV THE SAME .
OH Other ' s soft boiom of shade , As Evening hung hov ' ring around , In silver softness array'd , RecUn'd o ' er the brown-mantled ground , A myrtle , the symbol of love , He ' bore from its verdant recess ; Aivi taught bv the shade-dwelling Hove , 'Ttias Damon ' s his flame to confess . The Tose-bud expanding to view , In imagery equall'd the fair ,
As soft and benign as the dew . That moislens Aurora ' s first air . His sorrows he ponr'd with a "igh , Melodious as Philomel's tale , When her notes are re-echo'd , and die On the ear of 'he listening vale . Hut deeper than those of the vocaliz'd shade . They Vtl and d in the breast otihn
man' Uv' maid . TO PHILOMEL . A SONNET , WtUTTEH BY THE SAME .
C EASE , melodious songster , cease ! Syren of the infant'Spring , Cease your notes * for ioy and peace , Enchantress , 'tisnot your ' s to brings-Hush vour tuneful waitings , hush---All vour woes tome resign ; Though you mo ; m in ev ' ry bush ,
What's your grief compar'd to mine ^ List'ning to your ev ' ning lay , As I cross'd the flow'ry mead , I shall ever rue the flay . For my ent'fess pain decreed : For then it u-as . alas ! I heard The maid I lov'd had broke her word .
A SONG . HY E . S . J . AUTHOR OF WILLIAM AN ! 5 EIXEK . SOFT was the morn of blooming Spring— - To the meads I did meander ; Exulting round the birds did sing , Where dimpling rills did wander .
Wilh mind all free from strife and care , AH by the stream I laid me , Sweet Poesy did meet me there , A Summer ' s song I made me . Soft ran the lines ivith cheerful thought , All gaily as the morning : With flowers of fancv fairlfraught
y , So sweet the meads adorning' . All nature croudctl on my mind , And fill'dme full of fancy ; While zephyrs play'd both skith and kind , I sang the charms of Nancy . Blest , happy davs ! Ihe May of life , When youth doth rove at pleasure .
When rigid age brings care and strife , - Farewell the lovely treasure ! EPIGRAM ON TIIK ItrcFN-T MA 1 I 1 I 1 ACF . OF MISS Tnir . CONTENT and happy may you be , Although you are no longer—Tret . -
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
In Milton ' s striking , lofty lii : es , Great Homer ' s fire sublimely shines , And with the . rest to cope— .. SwiftaU excels in satire keen , And Z ) rvlt » sbaysareevergteen , And homes live .- in Pofti : Lo I how the varying passion . ' , start
, At gentle" G ' olW magic , art ! The Thebim ' s glowiiv ? tire In Gray revives—behold hh hands , While Genius sloops to his commands , Explore-lhe thuild ' ring lyre . Still , gracious godless ,- deign to smile On this thv lov'd , thy-f . ivour'd isle ; And while its thoughtful race still lore
With hope triumphant exp . •'< Rich Science' unexhausted store , - ----And ev ' ry winding trace . But oh ! with senile face detain The bashful Muses in thy train , ! And let not rigid art , , i While dazzling verse and polish'd ease , Li ce frozen snoivihesenselease
' , ; p , Congeal the feeling heart ! THE WAY TO MEND HIM . A SONG , WRITTEN' RV DR .-PERFECT .
CONTENTION may pour forth her gall , And Clamour endeavour to bend him , I tell you 'twill notdb-at all , They never no peiice will send him . When trouble shall harass his mind , "Vexations in business attend him ,. Prove then most consoling and kind In all that good nature can lend him .
Should Jealousy rob you of rest , With hints and suspicions to rend him , you likely may think it is best , But . it never , no , never will mend him . When Calumny bitter prevails , Be ever the first to befriend him ; Believe not her scandalous tales , That never , no , never will mend him .
Gild his cot with an affable smile , A comfort that e ' er should attend him ; The plants that spring up from that soil Will pure and most certainly mend him . A PASTORAL . , - ¦ -- .: " WRITTEH BV THE SAME .
OH Other ' s soft boiom of shade , As Evening hung hov ' ring around , In silver softness array'd , RecUn'd o ' er the brown-mantled ground , A myrtle , the symbol of love , He ' bore from its verdant recess ; Aivi taught bv the shade-dwelling Hove , 'Ttias Damon ' s his flame to confess . The Tose-bud expanding to view , In imagery equall'd the fair ,
As soft and benign as the dew . That moislens Aurora ' s first air . His sorrows he ponr'd with a "igh , Melodious as Philomel's tale , When her notes are re-echo'd , and die On the ear of 'he listening vale . Hut deeper than those of the vocaliz'd shade . They Vtl and d in the breast otihn
man' Uv' maid . TO PHILOMEL . A SONNET , WtUTTEH BY THE SAME .
C EASE , melodious songster , cease ! Syren of the infant'Spring , Cease your notes * for ioy and peace , Enchantress , 'tisnot your ' s to brings-Hush vour tuneful waitings , hush---All vour woes tome resign ; Though you mo ; m in ev ' ry bush ,
What's your grief compar'd to mine ^ List'ning to your ev ' ning lay , As I cross'd the flow'ry mead , I shall ever rue the flay . For my ent'fess pain decreed : For then it u-as . alas ! I heard The maid I lov'd had broke her word .
A SONG . HY E . S . J . AUTHOR OF WILLIAM AN ! 5 EIXEK . SOFT was the morn of blooming Spring— - To the meads I did meander ; Exulting round the birds did sing , Where dimpling rills did wander .
Wilh mind all free from strife and care , AH by the stream I laid me , Sweet Poesy did meet me there , A Summer ' s song I made me . Soft ran the lines ivith cheerful thought , All gaily as the morning : With flowers of fancv fairlfraught
y , So sweet the meads adorning' . All nature croudctl on my mind , And fill'dme full of fancy ; While zephyrs play'd both skith and kind , I sang the charms of Nancy . Blest , happy davs ! Ihe May of life , When youth doth rove at pleasure .
When rigid age brings care and strife , - Farewell the lovely treasure ! EPIGRAM ON TIIK ItrcFN-T MA 1 I 1 I 1 ACF . OF MISS Tnir . CONTENT and happy may you be , Although you are no longer—Tret . -